This is how yoga really works. I got this email from a student (who shall remain anonymous) that I just had to share (with the owner’s permission of course) because at one point or another we’ve all experienced this. Heck! Sometimes I experience this multiple times a day.
It’s raw. It’s pure. It’s so innocent. It’s so real. This is how yoga really works. Read on…
” what a class today!
started off totally pissed at the guy who set up directly in front of me in his f*&@ing spandex shorts. i mean, come on. we were the first 2 in the room and you really need to park directly in front of me?! i almost striped down to my speedos out of spite.
then, i moved slowly into a state of compassion: the guy seems pretty new to yoga and is struggling with the poses — at least he’s making an effort. I can remember how uncomfortable it was just walking into the room when i started.
then, i found gratitude — that a space like this exists where a guy can come and practice yoga without having people bitch about what he’s wearing. or complaining because he’s not wearing a shirt and he’s sweating all over the place — gross!
yeah — i hate that dude cause he totally reminds me of myself and my own goofiness.”